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A Poem

oct0502snowfallAn excerpt from Two Tramps in Mud Time

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.

Robert Frost

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A poem for your thoughts

contemplation_by_intao-d3liwch

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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It’s been pretty wet, cold and rainy these past few days and it looks like there’s more ‘bad’ weather to come.  A poem for your weekend…

tumblr_mek90dCSOx1qe4ukco1_500The Blues

When the shoe strings break
On both your shoes
And you’re in a hurry-
That’s the blues.

When you go to buy a candy bar
And you’ve lost the dime you had-
Slipped through a hole in your pocket somewhere-
That’s the blues, too, and bad!

Langston Hughes

 

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the fresh perspective…

I sometimes like to read lyrics to songs as poems.  For me, when I read, the meaning is deepened.  This Alicia Keys song is wonderful, but as a poem?  I feel it’s even better.

Tell someone today, how important they are to you.  Tell someone how much they mean to you.  We shouldn’t have to wait for an event like Mother’s Day to reach out to the ones we truly love…  That’s the fresh perspective…

**”I Need You”

The sand loves when..the waves come
The sky can’t wait…for the light of the sun
So how could you…look me in my eye
And not see what, what I feel inside
Tell me how could you… doubt the fact that I
I love you…
I love you

Don’t you ever…think like that.
Don’t you ever…never do that?
There will never be two things…that go together better
Than you and me….

North needs south east needs west…
No needs yes yes yes
Up needs down life needs death…
No needs yes yes yes

I need you
I need you
I need you

-Alicia Keys

**an excerpt

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Taste_of_spring_by_vampire_zombie

Spring Is

Spring is birds singing their heads off
Spring is a beautiful season full of color
Spring is the constant war between the sun and rain
Spring is the light at the end of the long winter tunnel
Spring is the season that brings back life

Kristina Lybbert

That’s the fresh perspective… Spring, we’re so glad you’re here!

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Happy New Year!

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I hope you all had a great week, and spent the eve of the beginning of the year doing something that you enjoy with people you enjoy.  Here we go again, and let’s make it a good one!

My New Year’s resolution

I will not throw the cat out the window
Or put a frog in my sister’s bed
I will not tie my brother’s shoelaces together
Nor jump from the roof of Dad’s shed
I shall remember my aunt’s next birthday
And tidy my room once a week
I’ll not moan at Mum’s cooking (Ugh! fish fingers again!)
Nor give her any more of my cheek.
I will not pick my nose if I can help it
I shall fold up my clothes, comb my hair,
I will say please and thank you (even when I don’t mean it)
And never spit or shout or even swear.
I shall write each day in my diary
Try my hardest to be helpful at school
I shall help old ladies cross roads (even if they don’t want to)
And when others are rude I’ll stay cool.
I’ll go to bed with the owls and be up with the larks
And close every door behind me
I shall squeeze from the bottom of every toothpaste tube
And stay where trouble can’t find me.
I shall start again, turn over a new leaf,
leave my bad old ways forever
shall I start them this year, or next year
shall I sometime, or …..?

Robert Fisher

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Monday morning prose….

Life

© Elizabeth McCrorie
We were put on this planet
To live and to love.
To cherish the ones in our lives.
And never let them get hurt…….
Safety is a priority
But danger is an outcome.
Why is it, that we work so very hard?
For something that will still happen
in the end……..
Should we care about our lives,
Or sit and waste it away.
“It doesn’t matter, were all going to
die someday!”
These words fill our heads
With sad confusion. There’s no end
We get lost with the love
We want to have.
There is no conclusion to all
this pain.
But an answer that comes
Just the same.
The negative side seems to win,
But the positive side seems to
Glow.
We are who we choose to be,
So be careful who you choose.
Love everyday like there is no
Tomorrow….
And give to others the joy of life
So no one will hurt.
Love, And love will love you back.
Open your arms to life
And life will hug you back!
Don’t be scared!
Life is still a one time thing!

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real friendships almost never have an end...

I went for a late dinner with some old friends last night and what a great night.  Almost felt like a teeny tiny re-charge.  Just talking out our life concerns, wishes, hopes and confusions over amazing food felt like I had my battery re-charged.  We covered so many topics and had each other hanging on our own words.  Each one of us had a chance to tell their current story and yet as different as the stories were, they somehow bridged the time we had missed in each others lives.  The three of us have very different lives and lifestyles but we managed to take the time to get together and pump each other up a bit.   Just a little poem-

Old/New Life

The conversations are sometimes muddled,

For we all speak in excitement.

Desperately trying to learn each other again in the short time spent.

Real friendships almost never have an end.

Well, that’s the fresh perspective…  Until we meet again.